let’s stop this lunacy
simplify, that’s the key
live life, let other’s be, no regrets
~kat
For Jane’s Daily Florescence Challenge. Work has been particularly grueling today. No frills; no pretty pictures. I did manage to cough this poem out during my grub and go, desktop lunch break. Writing is what keeps me sane after all. Tomorrow is another day. 🙂
Photo From Commonwealth of Virginia Tourism
Virginia
is for Lovers they say
unless, of course, your name was Loving
or Adam, and your lover was Steve, or say, Bruce
where they don’t mind asking , or telling
you, ‘take your sorry self
somewhere else’
an abomination,
you are, so says their GOP god
a sinner to the unforgivable degree
much worse than a murderer, even
love is love except in
Virginia,
Mother of Presidents,
Great Commonwealth, Old Dominion,
Appomattox, Where The Nation Came Together
in your ever-loving southern heart
civil battles still rage
but not love
~kat
A Triquain Swirl for NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 23 Prompt:…use a regional or local phrase from your hometown that you don’t hear elsewhere…I used a handful of local slogans and phrases. They are in BOLD in the poem.
~kat
For NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 23, Prompt: Today, we challenge you to honor this idea with a poem based in sound. The poem, for example, could incorporate overheard language. Perhaps it could incorporate a song lyric in some way, or language from something often heard spoken aloud (a prayer, a pledge, the Girl Scout motto). Or you could use a regional or local phrase from your hometown that you don’t hear elsewhere, e.g. “that boy won’t amount to a pinch.”
i’m warming to the gray
of these damp, dreary days
perfect for inside play and nap time
~kat
For Jane’s Daily Florescent Poem Challenge. Another gray rainy day here in the valley. 🙂
bonsai, Chinese elm tree
roots planted, shallowly
soil, pebbles, and peat, micro-sized
~kat
For Jane’s Day 21 Florescence. A few hours late. Was traveling today.
it’s a tale of woe if there ever was one
of a beautiful boy with beautiful hands
a spinner of deals, like no deals ever spun
a boastful lone tweeter who ruled o’er the land
above all, ‘twas loyalty, blind and unquestioning
that he demanded of those in his court
this one-sided toll would become the reckoning
of this narcissist leader who lied just for sport
he surrounded himself with fawners and yessers
with donors and wannabe moguls and fools,
oligarchs too, horsebacked underdressers,
gaslighting the masses, he broke every rule
then one day a hero emerged on the council
a true man of honor, a keeper of justice
one by one he indicted court jesters until
only two of the fawners were left on the list
a scrapper called fixer would squeal for his skin
while a stormy cloud’s lining loomed brash on display
with no favors to claim and his chips all cashed in
the man boy had run out of aces to play
It’s a sad day you know when not everyone’s thrilled
to be rid of the terrible reign of this fool
I’ve kept the main players anon, if you will
to say them out loud; that just wouldn’t be cool
some folks believe that this whole thing is fake
it’s hard to believe it could really be true
history will prove it when less is at stake
how a villainous braggart staged a great coup.
~kat
An Epic poem for NaPoWriMo Day 21, Prompt: try writing a poem that plays with the myth of narcissist in some way.
